"You have the hair to be Goldie, too. Also, if I were Sleeping Beauty, I'd be in a glass coffin," she retorted, weakly pointing again. Sort of. "Would you rather I use your coffin, in that case?"

Pausing, her hand rotated in a circle, before dropping back down. "Then go and be nocturnal. This is a good time for me to be in bed. Specifically, yours."